Yea, I’ve been there. I’ve added up my past mistakes and failures, and let the sum of them define who I am:
Unloveable. Unavailable. Unbending.
I’m 39 years old, but I sometimes wear the names of my childhood:
Failure. Forgotten. Loser. Ugly.
But these old names? They fit us like a dress three sizes too small. They aren’t even worthy for the hand-me-down bin. Let’s toss them in the discard pile, and pick up the new names that He has given us:
Friend of God.
You and I, we are more than who we’ve been. So why do we slip on our old self and pretend it still fits? It doesn’t.
We’re caught between who we were made to be, and who we are becoming. God put a new song in our heart, and He is doing a new thing in us, and He bestows new mercies every morning, and please hear this now: He who began a good work within us will carry it onto completion — even when our new selves try to pull our old, out-of-fashion labels from the back of the closet, and wear them like sackcloth.
We have been remade. We wear garments of salvation. And daily we are being reshaped into something more than who we were. We have new names — God-given and engraved for good.
“I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it …”
— Revelation 2:17
(Hey you … You’re looking great with that new name. Click here for a song that reminds me of you… of us: You are More by Tenth Avenue North.)
I am participating again with The Gypsy Mama’s Five Minute Friday — a group-writing exercise that encourages us to write for five minutes flat — no editing or overthinking. Just. Write. …The word prompt today: New …
A friend asked me last week if we really are writing these posts in five minutes. The answer is yes. However, I do go back and check for spelling and grammar errors. (I can’t help it! I’m an adjunct journalism professor, and it’s just part of what I do. 🙂 ) But if I miss an error, I don’t sweat it.
Photo: Stones by Lupetalo